‘What luck’ thought the Elf, who had never expected the sorceror to be so close. She grabbed the Rahib with her free hand, attempting to restrain him before he cast a spell. “Not a word!” she practically yelled, shoving her dagger towards his face.
Back up in the temple, the fight against the Rahib’s panthers continued.
“Are you some sort of artilleryman all of a sudden? Dice it with your axe!” Maruc chirped wildly behind the dwarf, with all of his panic reverbrating in his words.
The cleric grimmaced as the beast swung on his shield, he offered a swift prayer of thanks to Halav and brought his flail down in a stunning blow toward its head.
At the urging of the mage, Feldard grimaced but the human was right, who was he fooling—he wasn’t made for long distance battle. He passed back his crossbow to Miklos and pulled his axe free and strode into the room looking meet the large cat, yet still part of his attention kept watching the statue. “Rogue, leave the cat to me.. follow the Elf!”
The panther’s claws scratched into the cleric, striking with blinding speed past Maruc’s shield. He could get in little offense against the thing as he tried to keep his shield in between himself and the black beast. With its attention focused on Maruc, the dwarf was able to catch the panther off guard, sinking his axe into the thing’s hindquarters. It let out a painful yelp which caused its companion to raise its head from his feasting on the unfortunate Siswa who had been torn into pieces. It then remembered its masters order. KILL! So, putting an end to elvish snack time, the panther charged across the room to begin a delectable dwarven dinner.
The Rahib quickly recovered his balance and dodged her attack. From his black Siswa robes, his hand emerged, brandishing an impressive-looking mace. Saeth could also see that the man was wearing chain mail beneath the elven cloth. Not at all the equipment customarily carried by a mage.
Nicolai followed Saeth as quickly as he could. As was his modus operandi, he attempted move behind the Rahib, but in the close quarters beneath the trap door hatch, there was little room to maneuver. It appeared the two were in for a straight-up melee with their chief adversary.